Shanghai Jiao Tong University's future entrustment app: I will take my motherland flying.

Chapter 47 Song Zhi Ning gave this guy a good beating.

Just as everyone was praising Zhang Jiebin, there was a knock on the door. Although it was a light knock, it still stopped the discussion.

Zhang Jiebin frowned. He was enjoying everyone's praise, and he wondered which tactless person would disturb him!
He turned his head to look, slightly annoyed.

The other people in the private room also looked over.

The door opened from the outside, revealing a man dressed in a well-tailored dark blue suit that accentuated his tall and straight figure. A simple silver lapel pin adorned his collar, reflecting a subtle sheen that was neither overly ostentatious nor plain.

His face was handsome, his expression was calm, and his eyes were bright and deep, like the lake in late autumn. When he gently pushed open the door, an atmosphere of composure spread out.

It seemed that the moment he opened the door, the private room fell completely silent.

He entered slowly, his footsteps sounding particularly steady in the quiet space. He gently released his slender fingers from the wooden doorknob, revealing his thick, short black hair neatly combed.

Although his attire was formal, it was also relaxed and at ease. The cuffs of his white shirt were slightly rolled up, giving off a casual vibe, and the watch on his wrist reflected understated luxury under the lights of the private room.

The man's gaze swept subtly over the people sitting in the private room, but lingered on Song Zhi Ning for a few more seconds.

He spoke, his voice magnetic, "I'm not late, am I?"

The moment he opened his mouth, everyone's thoughts were instantly brought back to a new level, and someone immediately spoke up.

"Is this Xiting? It's been a long time."

"Don't call me Xiting, you should address me as President Yan now."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Yan, you're really sorry. Why didn't you tell us back then that you were the young master of the Yan family?"

"We are so lucky to be classmates with President Yan. I don't know how many people will envy me if I told them."

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As Yan Xiting sat down, even more compliments followed, and the once quiet private room instantly became noisy again.

Yan Xiting seemed unperturbed, maintaining a gentle demeanor throughout, though he didn't speak much, only responding occasionally.

Zhang Jiebin saw that before Yan Xiting arrived, everyone was fawning over him and Yan Xiting, even Lu Xueni. He was furious. These people were like grass in the wind, ready to fall at any moment.

But Zhang Jiebin knew that Yan Xiting was of high status, so he didn't dare to offend her. He could only drink one glass after another, secretly venting his jealousy.

He cursed those materialistic women in his mind.

"Ningning, Yan Xiting was already quite good-looking back in high school, and he's even better now. He's handsome and rich. You know, it wouldn't have been bad if you had accepted his confession back then. But now, maybe it's still possible. Look at all those women, their eyes are practically glued to him." Xu Lele whispered to Song Zhining.

I have a very good impression of Yan Xiting.

She felt that sitting next to her deskmate was a good match.

Only Xu Lele knew that Yan Xiting had confessed his feelings to Song Zhining.

Song Zhining was both amused and exasperated, and replied in a low voice, "That was all eight hundred years ago. Let's not bring up the past. Besides, that was during adolescence. Everyone has their youthful stirrings during adolescence, but how can the feelings of youth be the same as now?"

Perhaps due to her family environment, Song Zhining matured relatively early.

The reason she didn't agree to Yan Xiting's proposal back then was twofold: firstly, she needed to focus on her studies and had no interest in romance; secondly, she felt that the initial attraction of youth was not enough to sustain a lifetime.

Now, Song Zhining thinks so too.

She doesn't regret her choice.

"You shouldn't involve him anymore. Several years have passed, and he's now successful in his career, with connections and abilities. Even if he's not married yet, he might have a girlfriend or be engaged. It's not good for us to talk about him like this; he might have already forgotten about me."

Xu Lele: ...Okay. But Xu Lele just felt that Yan Xiting still liked Song Zhining. Although it was very subtle, she could sense that since Yan Xiting came in, his gaze had been mostly fixed on her deskmate.

However, my deskmate is clearly oblivious and rather slow to grasp things; he didn't notice anything at all.

Throughout the entire process, Song Zhining and Yan Xiting did not exchange a single word.

Others paid little attention to Song Zhi Ning, who was happy to be alone and quietly fed Qi Qi beside her.

Compared to men, she still prefers well-behaved, cute, and adorable young girls.

Towards the end of the meal, Song Zhining got up to go to the restroom.

Unexpectedly, as she came out of the restroom, a hand suddenly reached out and tried to grab her arm.

Song Zhining's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively slapped him back.

This slap was delivered with force, especially since she had previously consumed a gene-modifying fluid, which had increased her strength.

With this tap, a crisp, clear snapping sound was heard.

"Song Zhining, you son of a bitch."

Song Zhi Ning looked up and saw Zhang Jie Bin. He was holding the hand she had slapped away, his face full of pain.

Song Zhining thought that Zhang Jiebin's hand was probably broken, but she didn't regret it.

"Before you start cursing me, shouldn't you take a look at what you were thinking just now?" Song Zhi Ning looked at him coldly.

Zhang Jiebin seemed to have drunk quite a bit; his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were glazed over. His face was contorted with pain.

"Song Zhining, tell me, are you also after Yan Xiting? You women are all gold diggers, you're all filthy whores that you can get with money!"

When Song Zhining heard these words, she couldn't help but speak up.

Seeing that Zhang Jiebin only had one hand left and was still lunging at her, Song Zhining could no longer hold back.

So, one after another, the little fists landed on Zhang Jiebin.

Although Song Zhi Ning is a girl and her fists are small, she is now stronger than a man. Moreover, Zhang Jie Bin is now a drunkard and one of his hands is useless, so he has no way to resist.

Song Zhining unilaterally crushed Zhang Jiebin, giving him a sound beating.

At first, Zhang Jiebin was cursing, but he quickly began to beg for mercy and then collapsed to the ground.

After beating up Zhang Jiebin, Song Zhining felt a sense of relief; such a despicable man deserved to be beaten.

As for whether he will call the police or hold a grudge against Zhang Jiebin after she hit him.

Song Zhining said she didn't care. If she held a grudge, so be it. If she called the police, it was Zhang Jiebin who tried to harass her first, and she was just acting in self-defense.

After clapping her hands, Song Zhi Ning glanced at Zhang Jie Bin indifferently and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, when she looked up, she saw a man in a dark blue suit standing at the corner. The suit was impeccably tailored, and he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. When Song Zhi Ning looked over, the surprise in his eyes seemed not to have completely faded.

Only when he saw Song Zhi Ning notice him did he hide the surprise in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.

Song Zhining: I'm embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)